In a nondescript point of the Expanse, a uniquely complex entity collapsed the last weavings of another that had failed Existence Severing.

Her hands then began to move as she dissected and cut open this entity along with three others, studying their Physiology and makeup before they were turned into threads of weavings under her own unique design.

Quite a distance away from here, there was another complex entity just recently arriving in the Primal Eldritch Palace of the Expanse, being led by an infinity symbol pulsing with tentacles as his journey there had depended on legends passed down from eons past.

Legends of an instrument that would come and change the landscape of the Megalos Beyond- legends that this entity grasped for himself whether they truly represented him or not.

Another tremendous distance away from here, Immovable Sacred Legions were already dispatched to catch the scent and obtain weavings of information about a certain entity.

At first glance, these events may not have any correlation whatsoever, and yet the weavings of every single action and reaction pushed the spokes of the Wheel further!

Far from these interactions of complex weavings.

In an area of weavings carrying much greater complexity- an area that Terrestrial Entities nor Constellations Entities would ever be capable of entering unless they utterly transformed everything about themselves.

Within such an area of complexity, a humanoid entity whose body was formed from solid white astral radiance was looking out into an area filled with immense waves of complexity while raising an object in his hands.

The object…seemed to be a clock.

And yet this clock held nine hands that seemed to constantly be moving chaotically, making it very hard to discern anything!

This Entity sighed while he looked at the area of immense complexity while voicing out lightly.

Even after everything we know, you still interfered, Sir Bob.

His voice was only for himself, and it seemed to be one of melancholy and helplessness.

Bob.

This white solidified astral entity was gazing towards the weavings of such an entity as the only thing that could be seen currently were hundreds of sharp lines that seemed to be extending from a single singularity.

No, not lines.

Spokes.

Spokes that stemmed from nothing else other than a Wheel.

As this entity thought of this, it counted all the different Spokes of the Wheel that Bob had visited recently.

The different Weavings of the Wheel!

The weavings of the Wheel of Existence came in different forms.

Different variations that held entirely different flows of time and existence itself.

Each Weaving of Existence held a different type of complexity- a different type of Frequency.

Different types of spokes!

In simpler terms, a spoke was a singular rod that extended from the center of a wheel to its rim, with many spokes coming together to support the whole structure of the Wheel and allow it to rotate seamlessly.

To allow countless intricate weavings to flow together.

Countless variations of existence.

Any Wheel had many Spokes holding it up, with some lines of spokes being much more critical than others.

Bob had visited some truly critical Spokes of the Wheel.

The things he did within each were veiled even to this being, but he had heard from others.

Bob wasn't the only one that had moved.

Others had as well.

This made this entity and many others maddened as they knew Bob and those like him held tremendous knowledge- far more than any of them could have over countless lifetimes.

They should know that any interference to any Frequency of the Wheel- to any Weavings of the Wheel they were only supposed to ensure the flow of, would only muddy the waters and cause the rise of more chaos.

They all knew something was coming.

They all knew that it was unavoidable.

So why?

Why did they still muddy the waters while knowing what they knew?!

...!

This entity did not have the answer.

So he could only sigh once more.

The Wheel turns as the Wheel turns.

…!

At the end of the day, even we are powerless against it, Sir Bob. Even we cannot stop what is coming. We-

Are you talking behind my back ?

HUUM!

The solidified white astral entity trembled as his words came to a stop, feeling the sensation of the shocking complexity that was Sir Bob behind him as he swallowed hard.

He could feel the round head of this complex entity even without turning around as he heard the serene voice.

Don't worry too much about the flow of things, little guy. None of us can change much. The individual power any single being can wield is incomparable to the countless complex weavings of the Wheel. If even I tried to fight it, I would be crushed instantly as I would never be able to stop the Weaving of the Wheel for even an instant, much less reverse or alter things within it. Whatever I did won't do much at the end of the day.

Haha, the Wheel turns as the Wheel turns…you all have been whispering that so much that a lot of kids are saying it nowadays. Even referring to those they do not understand as cruel. Cruel…do I seem cruel to you? I am just Bob, a harmless little thing on the scales of everything, and you don't see me constantly whispering about the turns of the Wheel. What do you all even know about the Wheel? Simplify things for yourselves and do not worry so much. Come, there is work to be done, and you cannot slack off.

Brilliance unfurled.

Inside the far distance, hundreds of massive Spokes flowed with order and serenity.

There was one particularly massive Spoke that subtly flashed with a silent radiance.

Nobody saw such a flash of radiance.

Nobody would even know what it meant.

Inside of this Spoke of the Wheel.

Inside of this Weaving of Existence- this Frequency of Existence.

Boundless brilliance was contained within it as in an insignificant corner of it, a Great One in the form of a tentacled infinity symbol led Ozymandias through the gates of a Blancverse radiating seas of Outerversal Authority!